san/wooyoung
days had passed, and the boy with hair of jade laid alone in a familiar double bed, faint sunlight peeking dimly through the blinds covering the single window in the room. his unblinking eyes looked up at the dark ceiling above him as thoughts passed through his head. the thoughts were mostly bittersweet memories of the boy he loved so much. his heart hurt more than ever before as the movie in his head played.
fuck, he thought with a sigh as he closed his eyes. he missed him.
suddenly, the thoughts stopped and his eyes flashed open as he heard his phone buzzing on the nightstand next to the bed. he rushed to grab it and check why it buzzed.
maybe it was wooyoung. god, how he wished it was wooyoung.
he turned on his phone.
1 new message
his heart fluttered and he opened the text quickly.
mingi:
are u still awake?
reality hit him. why would wooyoung have even texted him? the fluttering stopped and his heart dropped into his stomach. the feeling of numbness he'd recently been a stranger to started to gnaw at his psyche. he decided to respond to be able to feel something, even if it was just his fingers against the glass screen of his phone.
you:
yea
but its not that late
he checked the time displayed at the top of his phone screen. 5:47a.m.
you:
ok maybe it is
but i cant sleep
i cant find shiber and
nvm
i found him
goodnight
he turned his phone off completely and hid it, feeling like that would help him feel better.
it didn't.
he looked for shiber for some time, unable to find him. sitting back on his bed, he remembered where he was.
with wooyoung. as a memoir of himself for when the younger was away with family.
what a stupid fucking idea, san thought to himself as he flopped back onto the bed which now felt so empty. his tireless, dry eyes burned as he stared intently at the ceiling and thought of something, anything to do. nothing felt right without wooyoung.
but then a thought popped in his head. an idea that felt fine without the other.
rushing downstairs, san felt an itching hunger growing in his throat. the feeling got stronger as he searched throughout the small kitchen for his fix.
finally, he found it and examined it as it sat in his hands.
a bottle of japanese whiskey, 45% alcohol. never opened.
that could be his something to replace wooyoung for now.
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